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of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
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Woah, woah woah woah woah
Yung Orad nigga
One and only, Big Curezza
I may be paranoid I gotta keep a Weapon by the side, leggo
How the perky hit?
out here
Doug High, big dreams, Magic City, 16
YMM, MDC (what?)
Thomasville, ABG (what?)
Hold up let me intervene (hold on)
Got my jeans from 30
of sixes, Christmas money
Vicious consolidated drama rip bitches
The rich version of black, skyscraper paper
Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit
it big hey wait let me illustrate
Keep waitin' while I keep aimin' for the sake of bein' great
I've been disgraced
Was down but raised by ones I hate
Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people
up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my
on DemonSZN
Dropped the bomb on last album
And it shook the earth
Big nigga
Young God
I was told since birth
Is that yo bitch
Hold her tight
Cuz I can make her
Feat. Big Tymers, Mickey
(Mack 10)
What?
(Baby)
Hmm-hmm
(Mack 10)
You reday to tell `em
(Baby)
Listen tell `em about you fresh
Hook
Drug addicts
Hit-Boy
Freed the bitch, keep a stick
Peep the drip, bitch, I'm rich, ayy
Thirty stick, fifty stick
Drums and shit, we thunder
lingo
Bros game was a cape saved a hoe
Now she goes by her nickname
Can't impress me with the same thing
That's a shame and you know it
Why you acting
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
to worry about a bitch
Stay with the team I never switch
Could lose my job and still be rich
Woke up getting bands
Then travel across the land
These broke
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
Family alcoholics still sippin' his booze
That's why I'm rappin over rhythm n' blues
To all you rich black folks wit ya glistenin' jewels
Entrepreneurs,
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
The Feeling ( Ft. Jag , J.Stone )
Written by Adrian A Smith II , JAG & J.Stone
Mixed & Masted by MixedByCrook
THIS THE FEELING I GET WHEN I STACK
G.T
And besides, it's my pictures, I'm saved and I'm rich
Sitll the fly chicks see Mel my sidekick
Balling, just with a different calling
Sorry your
swerving with a surgeon
Got 'em working the curb and money
Big money splurgin', Julius Irving
Shirt around the whip like a turban
Rich nigga lettuce, got
that's what my cousin Meechie say
But we could pull about five, I'm talkin' five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy
In God We Trust (Extended Version)
Word Up
Mic Shabazz
I got you sayin to be or not to be like Hamlet
God dammit I’m the lillest MC on the planet
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